My mother was a very kind soul at heart, but it was a kind heart that was deeply wounded, and one that had a very hard upbringing in her youth.  And tho due to the circumstances of how things happened in the mid 70's when a woman found herself in the downward spiral of mental illness, the recourses available were very limited back then.  My Mother might of been a fighter, and at heart, loved us, but ultimately, she lost her battle with her mind.

I will also include some of my mothers writings here.  In the mean time, enjoy the pictures of my mother in her youth and splendor.  My thanks to my father for preserving her beauty in these pictures.